I feel so violated
I'm sitting in the airport waiting to board my flight to Washington DC. Normally I'd feel excitment at heading home, and I was anticipating feeling extra excited because Paul is with me and he has never been to DC before.
But when I went through security the male security guy "randomly" selected me (and most of the other women in line) to go through one of those new machines that sees through your clothing. Knowing this I expressed my right to decline this form of screening. I just don't like the idea of a stranger seeing me naked.
The screeners, who acted like I was the biggest bitch in the world for declining the virtual strip search, put me through the whole process of the public pat down.
I've been near tears ever since then. I know they were just doing their jobs, and I'm probably being a baby for getting upset, I just feel gross and violated right now. I really wish I could have just gone through the metal detector and been on my way.
Oh well to quote Jayne from Firefly "if wishes were horses we'd all be eating steak."
I hope everyone has a fun and safe holiday weekend.
Ellen
PS - a little bird has found it's way into the airport and hopping around amongst the chairs at the gate. This has cheered me somewhat.
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